Reincarnation of the Sword Master

"…are you all right?"

Hammeron asked cautiously in a different atmosphere. It was an emotional feeling that I didn't know.

"Well."

Rosellini fiddled with Somme.

"I don't know how I feel. What do you think about me now, Asher and Hammeron?"

"You look strangely excited."

"Is that so?"

She wrinkled her eyes.

"Then that's what it is it? Somehow, Asher, they called."

"Yes."

I had to talk to Enshir, but I put it off later. It was a worry that cannot be solved right now.

Then, you should focus on what you can solve now.

Asher remembered and arrived where the fallen were. Rossellini followed suit.

Crying.

The door opened, and there were several beings in it. Rossellini came in and closed the door.

"…Rosellie? Why are you coming in here?"

"I have something to tell you. I don't care if you take care of your story with Asher."

"Well, yeah."

The old man swallowed his saliva.

"Human, we had a meeting among ourselves, following what you read from your memory. Why the gods are after you, why do they want you to do so much? And a strong answer came out."

said the old man with greedy eyes.

"You are the only thing in the world that can make the gods complete."

***

"Same as the sun god.”

He also said Asher makes himself complete. Mariana said he was on his own way.

And Ensir said that the two were incompatible.

"Explain."

"You are a sodmaster."

the land at the end of a sword

"It's different from those outside, called heroes."

I've heard that all this time. With other Swordmasters, he said, they are different from bats and birds.

"You are… alone."

The old man's face was filled with envy.

"No one can violate authority, nothing can be overpowered. No mental subduation is of any use. He is the only one who can hold back, and that's the Swordmaster."

said the old man as if he were reciting.

"So your faith does not exist."

Asher, who was trying to understand the meaning of the word, frowned.

"I'm a mistrust. No wonder they don't have faith."

"The unbelievers exist in this world countless times, but their faith exists. If they abandon their mistrust and serve God, then that's the power of God."

That was the basis on which God could exist.

"But you are different. Even if you believe and follow something, the faith does not exist. It has no effect on God."

"That doesn't mean anything.”

It was not important whether his faith existed or not. But the old man shook his head.

"No, we can exist entirely because you revere us. We can also have power because human faith is strong. We ourselves are nothing, and God is subjugated to man."

That's why Asher ignored God and despised God. People who were born and raised in the first place, who despised and mocked humans. What else is so funny?

"But you're human and you don't give us faith. We're not tied up, far from us."

So we can touch you. The old man spoke quietly.

For the gods that could exist by man, Asher was human but not human.

"And you are the only one."

Asher made a point. The situation is not interrupted by anyone.

[... no way. I don't No matter how god you are, don't tell me.

Enshir muttered in denial, and the old man continued.

"We are powerful, but we cannot exist without human beings."

The old man uttered a voice of deep enthusiasm.

"We want to get away from humans. You're the way."

***

[That's bullshit!]

The Ensir vented his anger.

How do you gods exist? How dare you! That's the idea of God!]

His voice echoed in a hearty rage. But the echo was not passed on to the fallen. Asher pressed the handle gently.

The old man, who could not know the anger of Encyr, continued.

After all, we have a one-sided relationship with humans. You can abandon us as much as you want if you don't need us."

[Whispering]

In a derogatory voice, Nsir murmured.

It's so... ugly. Never mind. I'll keep my mouth shut until it calms down.]

"That's how we fell to the ground. The sun god and the dark god Mariana are strong, but they also don't know what will happen over time."

A long time ago, humans who lived in a certain area worshipped cats. Accordingly, the cat god was born. The cat god once made his name known as a mighty god.

But now, as one of the old gods, it had long since fallen to extinction.

Once humans believed in fire and followed it. The god of fire was more powerful than anything else, and he even rose to the position of the one god.

But now, with only a bare existence, he had no power.

"We want to be intact. I want to be alone, not the one that determines the existence of human minds."

The old man gritted his teeth and threw up. The silent Asher opened her mouth.

"So you're after me?"

"Yes, you are alone, and you have nothing to do with us. I think it will be possible if you take over your dignity."

"I see."

The fog-like ambiguity was outlined. In the end, the gods were after him for themselves.

"Nothing's ever going to change.”

Asher's voice was greeted with contempt.

"That's enough. I'm done with you guys.”

"Ha, I have a favor to ask you.”

The old man caught Asher as he was leaving. The fallen looked at him with all their eyes shaking.

"Divide us in four classes."

“…….”

[Ha.]

Ensir sighed as if he couldn't stand it.

[Done, I'm just going to sleep. When it's over, forget it.]

Asher did not open her mouth, the old man crawled with a mournful face.

"A little, a little bit. It is good enough to maintain our existence. So please give it to me. That's not going to be a problem for you."

"I don't know how to give.”

He hadn't been able to write properly yet. But I didn't know how to do it and didn't want to do it.

"She gave herself up for you. Ugly guys."

Rossellini abandoned himself as a human being and devoted himself to the gods. They were trying to throw her away like a rag.

Although Rosellini was watching their conversation with a blank look, the old man said without a qualm.

"Humanity is none of my business. No wonder slaves are for us. So please. Please, please. Please let us....”

The old man hit his head desperately on the ground. The sight must have been sympathetic, but Asher's eyes were cool.

"It's ugly to the end.”

There was no reason for him to do them a favor from the beginning.

"Mr. Rossellini. It's your time."

“…….”

Rossellini bowed his head and approached the desperate old man.

"Why do you despair?”

She asked quietly.

"As long as I'm here, you won't disappear."

"Shut up, slave."

The old man gave a harsh spout.

"We want to be alone. If that's possible, I can throw away four years."

“…….”

Rossellini's eyes sank further.

"I have a question for you."

Her voice shook, but the old man didn't notice.

"What am I to you?"

"What nonsense."

The old man crumpled his face.

"You are a slave. What more do you want? What else is that dress? Dress up as a new officer."

"Is that so?"

Rossellini raised himself up and took something out of his clothes. It was a small piece of stone.

"Let me ask you one more question. Are you worthy of my dedication?"

"…Is it Rossellini?"

Desperate men raised their heads. They were shocked to see the stone pieces in her hand.

"Where is that?"

"It's all over here. I guess you trusted me a lot, too. I can't believe you just let this go.”

Rossellini laughed at small pieces of stone.

"Well, where in the world would anyone distrust slaves?"

"Well, put it down.”

The old man spoke with a stiff face unlike before. That piece of stone was not just a piece of stone.

Proof of the contract between her and God when Rossellini sacrifices himself. It was a token and a contract of giving her everything to faith.

In other words, it was the only lifeline that maintained the existence of the fallen.

"You told me. You're a slave, so be faithful to us. There will be no greater honor than sacrifice of worthless lives for us."

Asher frowned at the subsequent words of Rossellini.

[You said that to a god who gave them everything?]]

"And you blasphemed me. Of all people who have no power to worship us. I don't know if it's any more useful."

"Roe, Rossellini.”

Rossellini smiled as he faced the fearful eyes of the fallen.

"I still believed and followed you. It's not worth anything else. But now I've changed my mind."

Her hands were getting more and more and more. Gold has spread over the stone.

"I don't think you're worth it. What do you think?”

“…….”

They couldn't answer. Rosellini said with a soft face.

"I expected that."

Boom boom.

A piece of stone breaks. Intense light burst out everywhere, as if the built-in faith exploded.

"Ro, Rossellini!"

"My name is not light enough to be called by those who will disappear. Please be quiet."

"Please! Please!"

The bodies of the fallen become blurred. They crawled up to Rossellini, but even he fell down because of the power.

"Human!"

They cried out for Asher in fear.

"Stop her!"

"There's no reason for me to meddle."

Asher spoke casually. He respected Rossellini's choice in the past, even when he dedicated himself. Now was no different.

"If she saved my life, then it would be the right way to go back because of her."

"Roe, Rossellini. Please."

The old man, who managed to crawl to Rosellini's front, cried furiously.

"You! Didn't you say it? It's worth nothing more than trusting and following us! Say that! Didn't you serve us?"

"That's not me."

"What, what?"

The old man asked back at Rossellini's words. Rosellini looked down at the old man with a blank look.

"I don't remember me back then. And I don't have that feeling either. The body is also different. I can't understand her in the past."

She unfolded her arms.

"She chose to dedicate herself to you. And I will choose to get away from you. I don't think that's a problem."

"He, even so, does not return your memory!"

"I don't care. her memory and everything It's my specifications."

She twisted her lips.

"So just disappear quietly. The specter of the past."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His presence faded, and he soon saw the end. The screams died down, and the silence reigned.

"Is this freedom?"

Rossellini broke the silence and spoke with a soft face.

"Not much more than I thought."